That High Lonesome Sound

Peter Rowan



Verse

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Chorus

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Well get you father, get your mother
Get your sister get your brother
Aunt Lucy, gonna show Uncle John
How to do the boogie woogie
While the kissing cousin chasing chicken
Out on the old back lawn

Y'all come with one another
Just to go a little further
If the schoolbus don't break down
Campfires burning
In the night my heart is yearning For the sight of the old campground

    And that high lonesome sound
    When that evening sun goes down
    I'll be crawling on the ground
    When I hear a fiddle play that high lonesome sound

Well bring along your lawn chair
For sittin' in the fresh air
And the cooler for the beer and watch the show
There's clog dancing, horses prancing
Syncopated music playing
Girls are lookin pretty, don't you know

Ah, look at old man pappy
He's feelin' kind of snappy
Seem like he just don't care
That he's over ninety three
He's as spry as you and me
Dancing to the music in the air